The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1887-07-14
IN MEMOPIAM.

anu tboleu nursing, Ella Moore Powell,
beloved wife of Benja Ireden Powell
and daughter Of the Rev. Junius p, and
COFnelia Moore, deceased Mrs. Powell
was born in Person county. near Mt Tir-
Zah, Aug. 3rd, 1854, and was closely con-
nected by birth with Bishop Moore. of
Virginia, and also with General Stephen
Moore, who came to North Carolina from
New York. where his father, John Moore,
settled on his arrival in this country from
England. She leaves devoted husband,
five young children and MANY loving rel
atives and friends to mourn her death.
| Two of her children. Nellie and Carrie,
had preceded her to the tomb. and NAV it
not be, that the mother even now holds
her angel little ones in her arms i'm Heaven Z?
How sweet it is to fancy when we hear of
good parents death, that we can hear
the glad voices of loved ones gone before
as they bring tidings to each other, and
say, Our father has come, our mother has
come at last" Oh, what a joyful meeting
between the mother and her Nellie and
Carrie. Can you not hear her saying" Oh
my children, my children. God bless my
children
l have been to the house Of mourn
ing, which was also the house of nv
friend, and write what feel. The death
bed scene of a noble Christian woman,
wife and mother, where we may see her
going down into the dark valley where we
soon are going, leaning upon an unseen
arm as calmly and sweetly as a child goes
to sleep upon its mothers bosom, should
speak in mght:er, grandcr tones than
human lips can utter, the truth of the
story of the cross, and that,
Beyond times troubled stream.
Beyond the chilling waves of deaths dark,
river,
Beyond life's lowering clouds and fitful
CLEANS,
Its dark realities and brighter dreams,
There's beautiful forever
The obituary notice of such n person
should present in some sort the lessons
taught by her life. Mrs PoweIl's death
/ takes the sunshine out of as happy a home
as was ever thrilled into being, a home
where joys nestled, around the hearts OF
parents and children, and blended their
sweets like dcwy tangled foweretS in
one bed" UnseltiShneSS, patience and
love, were the jewels that glittcred bright
est III her earthly crown, and insured her Il
crown in heaven. The writer knew her
for four years, and never saw her once i'm
patient, could name many acts of sweet
charity done by her hand and has never
known home where Il mother protecting
love, and Il wife'S devotion, eXerted q
stronger, sweeter, holier influence.
"Our death is gradual, like the falling of
Autumn leaves
We die with every waning day,
There is no watt of sorrows breeze,
But bears some heart leaf slow away,
Up and on to the great TO Be
Oui life is going eternally."
! The husband has seen the wife pass away,
she who has been his hearts companion
| for fourteen long years. Never again will
! he hear her sweet voice nor catch the
sound of her gentle foot-step, never again
| Will he feel her tender touch, and the eye
| once so full of love is closed in death.
! That husband through the years that have
gone by has been chastened by her love,
sustained by her courage, and oft guided
! by her discretion, and now she is gone and
the night has come that will ne'er pass
! from him here. Oh, how can he bear the
/ blow? Because he is soothed and sus-
! tanned by the glorious belief, that when the
voice that called her hence, shall summon
! him also, he will join her and love her and
be with her always i'll that world of rest
and peace,
"Where no storms ever beat on the gilt
tering strands,
| And the years Of eternity roll
Tie christian mother within the walls of
| her own happy home makes every hour
of her life an hour Of instruction, and every
feature of her conduct tranSplanted vir-
! tue Man is the oak, woman the vine
and the children the flowers" the vine sep
arated from the oak may flourish in hap
! pier, SWeeter, cline, the oak without the
vine may breast the storms alone, but the
flowers torn from the parent stem, must
fall in kindly soil, or they will wither and
lose their bloom. Mrs. POwells death
brings the saddeSt loss to her little ones
never will they realize the deep, strong
unutterable love, that beats within a
mothers heart, never again in the cold
winter nights will she bend over their lit
tie beds to see if they are warm, never
will they kneel at her knee in PRAYER, and
imbibe there the sweetest and hottest les
sons of life. When contemplating her life
it does my heart good to say:
BLESSINGS on the hand of woman
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace cottage, howell,
Oh 10 matter where the place,
Would that never storms aSSailed it,
RainbOwS ever gently curled.
For the hand that rocks the cradle,
Is the hand that rules the world"
1t is peculiarly fortunate for this group o.
little children and stricken father, tha
there is dear, Christian kinS-woman
{" Cousin Maria" who will ever help t.
brighten his hours, and Will give to The
children the attention and love of
mother, as near as may be.
Besides her own little children, there
was another upon whom Mrs. Powell Law
) isheG the richness of her love and sympa
thy, one who losing his mother in infancy
and unfortunate, in youth knew but LITTLE
of wOman's love and kindness, until thi
woman. with all the qualities of her nObl
character, so BEAUTIFULLY blended, like
, radiant rainbow, Spanned the horizon O
his latter years. She was to him friend
: companion. mother, and now Joe Egcrton
together with her other loved ones vii
feel his heart thrOb with deepest anguish
| whenever he sees her vacant chair. AmOuj
the thoughts that passed through her mind
. before her gentle spirit winged its flight I
[ the home above, one of the sweetest mus
: have been, that she had ever been goO
and kind TO the orphan boy and mcmorie
Of her will ever come to him and be " Xix
glorious star-beams twinkling down upo
} the night
t Just before Mrs. PowelHs death sh
called her children to her bedside, but the
/ were all too young, save one, to realiz
: the darkness of the hour, or II heed he
words. 10 him, her eldest son, Walter
she said, - Be a good boy and always II
member the good things that your dea
mother has taught YOU She said to he
| husband, that she had no fears Of dealt
, that She only regretted parting from hit
and her children, and she called upon til
minister present to know if it was a sin I
: want to stay with her loved ones. He tOl
her no, that it was only poor, weak huma
nature Ciinging to the affections and trca
ures Of this life. To those who loved hel
and every body loved her who knew her,
would say mourn not for her, for
% She is now endowed with all virtue,
Gifted with all felicity. and
? Raised into perpetual coiDpanionship
With a King, to whom the kings Of I'll
earth
Are as grasshoppers. and the nations,
+ As the dust Of his feet
WALTER Il. Henry.
Throw the Powder Overheard